Chapter 2018: This is the yolk cake

After putting the two children to sleep, McGonagall returned to his room and began to check the task rewards issued to him by the system.
He doesn't really care about the title of junior dessert chef. Anyway, only he can see this thing. What he cares more about is what is in the dessert package.
Clicking on the big gift package, five experience packages immediately jumped out: mung bean cake, red bean cake, double skin milk, mango pancake, egg yolk cake!
"Oh, it's really a big gift package." McGonagall's eyes lit up and it was the first time to get five recipes at once. It is rare that the system is so generous.
Desserts such as mung bean cakes and red bean cakes are ordinary to him, but egg yolk cakes are his favorite. Unexpectedly, the system actually packed a portion in the gift bag.
"Perfect, quite perfect." McGonagall nodded in satisfaction and ordered the mung bean cake recipe first.
Complete and detailed recipes, as well as the exclusive experience and skills of pastry masters, instantly flooded his mind.
"There is still a huge gap between qualified and perfect. This time, the system is rare tolerant." McGonagall opened his eyes and muttered to himself.
The more he understood, and the more he was in awe, McGonagall, after gaining the experience of the masters, immediately discovered that the mung bean cake he believed to be perfect was actually a rough and defective product.
But with his own painstaking research experience, it would be easier to get started, so he didn't rush into the God of Cooking Trial Ground, but then clicked on the experience pack of Egg Yolk Crisp.
"This... is too difficult, right?" It took a long time before McGonagall opened his eyes, his eyes still in a daze.
If the difficulty of mung bean cake is 1, then the difficulty value of the egg yolk cake should be 5.
Regardless of the number of ingredients, the complexity of the process, and the various techniques, McGonagall felt a little frustrated.
After all, he is still a fairly novice pastry chef, not even a beginner, he has already anticipated the difficulties he will face.
"Come on, accept the challenge." McGonagall lay down, closed his eyes and pushed open the door of the God of Cooking Trial Ground.
This is destined to be a long night, for McGonagall.
When McGonagall opened his eyes the next day, he met four more pairs of eyes.
"You are awake." Irina looked at him with a smile.
"Daddy Sun has his exposed." Amy said with a smile too.
McGonagall hadn't recovered from the nightmare of the yolk cake, blinked, and glanced sideways at the alarm clock beside the bed.
"It's eleven o'clock!" McGonagall was slightly startled. It was more than just sun tanning, it was noon.
"Uh, I seem to have overslept a bit." McGonagall sat up and put the ugly duckling sleeping on his arm aside, a little embarrassed.
"It's more than a little bit, I can't wake up no matter how, I almost plan to treat you." Irina pouted.
"Maybe too tired." McGonagall said to him.
In the God of Cooking Proving Ground, his perception of the outside world is closed. If the system does not feel threatened, it will not prompt him, so he did not hear Irina's call at all.
"You are hungry, I'll make you breakfast...lunch." McGonagall got up from the bed.
"We had breakfast. You left a lot of mung bean cakes last night, and there was milk in the fridge." Amy touched her stomach: "But now I'm hungry again."
"Let's go downstairs. After lunch, I will make you a new dessert." McGonagall smiled and touched Amy's head.
"New dessert?"
"Well, I had a good night's sleep, had a good dream, I learned it in my dream." McGonagall nodded.
"Really? Can you learn to cook in your dreams?" Irina looked at McGonagall dubiously.
"If you don't believe me, you will know in a while, and I have improved the mung bean cake. Today I will let you taste what is called the real mung bean cake." McGonagall went out confidently.
After lunch, McGonagall took a rest, then went into the kitchen and started to make mung bean cake and egg yolk pastry.
After learning, the system gave him brand new molds and cooking tools, as well as a dedicated oven.
Mung bean cake is simpler, but it is more cumbersome to prepare. Fortunately, he soaked some mung beans in the refrigerator last night, took them out and peeled them to start making mung bean cakes, saving most of the waiting time.
The production of egg yolk cake is much more complicated.
Irina stood at the door of the kitchen, watching McGonagall take out the same ingredients and ingredients from the refrigerator, and said strangely: "When did you buy these things? I didn't see you buying them when I went out yesterday?"
McGonagall's hand stiffened slightly. After so long, did she finally have doubts about the inexhaustible ingredients that appeared in the refrigerator inexplicably?
"Oh, I see, you must have bought the mung bean cake when you went to buy it." Just when McGonagall was thinking about how to explain it, Irina herself had found him a perfect reason.
"Yes, that's it." McGonagall nodded.
The complexity of egg yolk pastry is that it has a four-layer structure. The outermost layer is oily skin, that is, the seductive meringue that is glowing with oil. The oily skin is wrapped in shortbread. Use a rolling pin to roll them out repeatedly, and then use red bean paste. Wrap the salted egg yolk and press it into the rolled oil crust and shortbread. Brush the surface with a layer of egg yolk liquid and sprinkle a pinch of black sesame on the top so that the dough can be put into the oven.
And this baking has a three-brush and three-baked special. This baked egg yolk cake is not done overnight. The egg liquid on the surface of the egg yolk cake needs to be brushed three times, which means it has to be baked and re-baked three times. The golden and crisp egg yolk cake can be officially released. .
The whole process was like an art performance. The two children did not know when they also came to the door of the restaurant and watched McGonagall's performance intently.
"My father is really amazing." Amy opened her mouth slightly, her eyes full of admiration.
Annie's expression is also somewhat similar, and her eyes looking at McGonagall are also full of admiration.
Irina leaned on the door frame and looked at McGonagall with interest. For some reason, she put down her sword and picked up the kitchen knife. She stayed in the small kitchen quietly cooking McGonagall, but she was relieved and okay. The feeling of relying on is like a duckweed without roots, and suddenly found a harbor to dock.
"Ding!"
The oven made a beep.
McGonagall turned off the oven and opened the oven door.
"smell good!"
A scent of milk accompanied by the scent of meringues immediately filled the kitchen, and it surged toward the kitchen door, making all three people waiting at the kitchen door bright.
Under the attention of the three of them, McGonagall brought out a whole plate of egg yolk pastry from the oven, golden color, a hint of oily surface, and sesame seeds dotted on the top, which looked extremely attractive.
"This is the egg yolk cake, but it will take a while to cool down." McGonagall smiled and walked out with the egg yolk cake.